I really miss Trygve. ..don’t you guys????

Greetings Trygve,
Sorry to hear of your health problems, I too have missed your expert and entertaining input.

Hang in there and just take it a day at a time, some days mightn’t be great but set yourself goals and things will get better.

Be careful what you wish for though, if you follow Hoots advice I predict you’ll die in bed at 105, shot by a jealous spouse.

Sincere Best Wishes,
Frank

be brave as always Zoco…

off topic.. Uncle Hoot… :hoot: .. can you please teach me how to swim?

Sorry to hear Trygve, here is hoping to a speedy recovery. You are truly missed around here.

-L

Nope….grease zerk!!! All internal, enclosed equipment!!! High pressure pump, all brass fittings, stainless bleed screw, and a tube of “Fuggit Super Lube” for the tip of my probe…prevents heat buildup should you exceed 200 SPM (strokes per minute), which I haven’t done since 1967.

Hoot:

Your Dear Elderly Goatship…

Unlike you….unlike you….I had to see a doctor to observe this damage. I am unable to simply shove my head up my ass and look around…like some individuals on this forum!

With kindness towards all, but respect for none…..I remain,

Kindly ‘Ol Uncle Hoot:

Trhgve: I’m very sorry to hear about you medical issues and I wish you the best!

You will be in my prayers.

HOOT Wrote:

HOOT: Did you actually see the colon black spot during a colonoscopy or, did the black spot show up during your daily rectal exam using a funnel and mirrors? 😯

HOOT; I find it hard to believe that you have actually had the penile implant done!

If you actually did have the penile inplant done, I find it very hard to believe that, once you got the implant done that you didn’t go overboard on the pumping, launch the head of your cock thru the bathroom celing and subsequently bleed to death!

Just Sayn!

Ty…

Hoot here! Been there, done that!!! Eleven years ago. Metastatic prostate cancer, followed by radical surgical removal of my “Sweetmeats” and seven weeks of radiation so intense it burned a silver dollar sized area in my colon, blacker than the ace of spades, I actually saw it on a colonoscopy after the surgery.

Recovery took awhile. I had the shits for over a year, and slept 12 hours a day for months, but I continued to work for several months, then reached my retirement numbers. The surgery was no problem. However, radiation is a rough treatment. It works, but the after-effects take awhile to heal. The surgery cut the circuits between my brain and my dick. My self esteem took a hit, but I comforted myself by remembering they didn’t cut off my tongue!!!

More good news! I eventually found out that what isn’t cut is the brain circuit that causes a man to have an orgasm…the only problem being getting a limp dick into something dark, moist, and warm. Well, guess what? They can now surgically place a penile implant that you can inflate and deflate on command with a simple pump bulb surgically placed in your nut-sack. It’s got a squeeze tube, and a release valve. Works just fine, and your little sailor will then stand erect as it ever did, and if you are half good at what you do, you can achieve the “Moment of Truth” all men strive to achieve as often as possible. Your brain doesn’t know your prostate is gone, so it sends the signal anyway…that’s the sensation you feel during the orgasm. All your dick does is act like a piece of pvc pipe to deliver the goods. True statement.

Finally one day, about a year after surgery, I decided either the cancer was going to get me, or I was going to get the cancer…so I signed up for a scuba class. I was the only one in the class who passed. It was February, 2002, colder than a witche’s tit, and the other members of the class dropped out one by one. I stayed till the very end. Then I got my Advanced Divers certificate. Then my Master Divers certificate. Then the Life Saving Certificate, followed by the Dive Masters certificate, and finally three years later, I was certified as a NAUI Dive Instructor. Fuck the cancer…I won!!! I was in my early ’60’s at that time and 35 or so years older than the other students. They made fun of me. Considered me a “joke”…little bastards! One of the final Dive Instructors tests was to swim, with no dive gear, fins or mask, a distance of 400 yards in ten minutes, or less. Several tried but failed. One day I decided to “just do it”, so I went for it. I swam the damn thing in ten minutes flat and everyone was speechless, some were downright pissed. Thinking I had cheated, or the distance wasn’t really 400 yards, a couple of the students got a kayak, a gps, and measured the actual distance I swam. They were right…it wasn’t 400 yards…it was 600 yards!!! The Instructor-Trainer had estimated the distance and was WAY off. After that little adventure, no one laughed any more. They didn’t like it, but they stopped laughing. I taught for a couple of years then walked away. I had proven my point to myself. If the cancer is survivable, your life doesn’t have to suffer any more than you let it. If I can accomplish all that, you certainly can do as good,or better!!!

When the dust settles down from all this drama in your life, talk to your doc and see what all is available today to make your life normal again.

It gets better! Takes time and patience, but it does get better, much better!

Regards,

Kindly ‘Ol Uncle Hoot: